Being gay and pagan can make for a lonely holiday season, as Liam knows well. He's used to celebrating alone. The last place he expects to meet a like-minded guy is at LAX during a twenty-nine-hour layover. Liam's never felt so comfortable or compatible with another man, even if there is an air of mystery to Race. <br><br>Race is no stranger to holiday isolation, and he decides they should seize the opportunity they've been given and observe the Saturnalia the way it was meant to be. A grand celebration ensues, where every moment is special and every meal a feast.<br><br>The ancient traditions take on new meaning as the men find meaning in each other. Each has a destiny, and for their paths to continue together, it'll take a kind of magic that hasn't been seen in centuries. Can Race convince Liam to accept that destiny?

29 Hours to Eternity

He knew many things, and could do what humans could not, but Race couldn’t force someone to go against their will. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on Liam’s face, then on the man’s soul.


Liam’s soul was honest and forthright. Race believed with his whole heart and being that they’d have much more time together than Liam could’ve dreamed possible.


The sound of running water stopped, and the bathroom door opened. Race pulled the nut roll from the microwave and arranged the slices on a paper plate in the same colors as the sign hanging over the hotel’s front entrance. He set the plate on the small round table along with paper mugs for their coffee.


“Yum, that smells amazing!” Liam tugged on underwear and grinned when Race pulled a chair out for him. “You’re old-fashioned. I love that. Thank you.”


Chapter 7